[ The entire part of having a tavern is to have guests--honored ones who choose to grace her with their presence! The shades do a good job of making sure the halls are never empty, but it is the other gods that she always hopes to see. Whether taking a short respite from a long journey, the desire for some comforting food and wine in the afternoon, or purely a lack of anything better to do, Azem is pleased any time they choose the Traveler's Rest. Especially if she's there to play host.
To play host means that food needs to be available. And though she could easily just conjure up any meal or drink as needed, Azem prefers the entire process of actually cooking. Sure, a little magic is involved, but she's still grating her cheeses and simmering her sauces. The process is pivotal.
Sidus is ever a welcome addition to her halls and her kitchen. She could call him a guest, though he's more often than not a co-conspirator. As such when she hears him, Azem looks up from a larger wok-line pan with a smile. ]
I'd say that you never interrupt, but if you did, it's only with good tidings!
[ Which he should take as a high compliment. If there is one thing Azem is very protective of, it's her kitchen.
She gives the pan a flip, turning over the vegetables inside before willing the flame it hovers above to settle down a few notches. Then, Azem turns to face him fully, gaze zooming in immediately on his basket. ]
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To play host means that food needs to be available. And though she could easily just conjure up any meal or drink as needed, Azem prefers the entire process of actually cooking. Sure, a little magic is involved, but she's still grating her cheeses and simmering her sauces. The process is pivotal.
Sidus is ever a welcome addition to her halls and her kitchen. She could call him a guest, though he's more often than not a co-conspirator. As such when she hears him, Azem looks up from a larger wok-line pan with a smile. ]
I'd say that you never interrupt, but if you did, it's only with good tidings!
[ Which he should take as a high compliment. If there is one thing Azem is very protective of, it's her kitchen.
She gives the pan a flip, turning over the vegetables inside before willing the flame it hovers above to settle down a few notches. Then, Azem turns to face him fully, gaze zooming in immediately on his basket. ]
What is it? Something fun and tasty, I assume?